The last gooodby

 
How sad the news
i am bemused
dark clouds cover each new dawn
the vintner skill
the grapes that hung
the harvest sweet
were vintages we sipped
enjoyed with memories steeped
 savoured all the shared rewards
the blight has come with its mildew green
unexpected, grown unseen
time to replant and start again
but the heady taste of what we had
the champaign corks pop as I depart
for the times gone past spite the present frost
was all gain and never loss